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At my sharp, pre-rant inhale, he held up both hands. “I mean, non-sexual fun.”

I relaxed my tense shoulders, breathing slowly as I considered his offer. “I guess I can try that. But I’m not sleeping with you at the end of this date.”

He shrugged his raised shoulder. “Fair enough.”

I sighed. “Fine. As long as we’re clear on that, then we don’t have a problem.”

He chuckled, and the smirk he gave me wasn’t entirely unattractive. “You’re a real firecracker, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” I muttered.

“And I like it.” He winked at me.

I fought the smirk that tugged at my own lips.

“How about after this, you come back to the were dorms with me?” he suggested. “No funny business, just some good old-fashioned pool. I might even let you win.”

My mouth fell open in amusement and accepted challenge. “Is that so? You’re on.”

Jackson might not be anything like Niko, but maybe that wasn’t a terrible thing. He might be good for some fun, and gods knew I needed some of that.

Chapter 32

Shea

“How’s it going in there?” Adam asked, rapping on the dressing room door.

I was fighting with another shirt, the knit fabric squeezing like one of those Chinese finger traps.

“Almost done,” I called back.

I grunted as the shirt finally popped off, and I threw it onto the bench built into the alcove.

“Let me know if you want any help,” Adam said.

I rolled my eyes. This guy was definitely a cocky bastard, wasn’t he. “You wish.”

I threw on a turquoise sweater from the approved pile, not wanting to put my ruined sweater back on, and opened the door. Adam’s attention was buried in his phone, but as soon as he heard the door, his gaze slid up.

“You look hot.”

I flipped my hair over my shoulder. “What gave it away? The flushed cheeks?”

He stalked toward me, coming a little too close as he slipped his phone into his pocket. “Find everything you want?”

The way he looked at me made me almost wish I could just be into him—he was clearly into me. Life would be so much easier if I could just date a normal guy, rather than being hung up on not one, but two supernatural heartthrobs.

But then again, this guy could also be a stalker. He had appeared randomly in my life several times in various places. Oddly enough, that wasn’t exactly a deal breaker for me. But apparently, being a boring human was.

I gently pushed him away and began gathering my stuff, shoving the pile of rejected clothing at him. “Here, hang these up.”

He looked at me over the mountain of clothing, chuckling. “What did you actually choose?”

I shook my head. “Not until you get those clothes up.”

Adam regarded me for a long moment, then went to the rack standing outside the changing area and began putting everything on it. I grabbed the three other shirts and my bag, then stood behind him, tapping my foot.

When he was finished, he pivoted to face me and clapped his hands together. “So, what am I buying?”

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